Ai, Dolors

Oh, Dolors, take me to the dance floor,
Today everyone is coming, today is when we have to go.
Oh, Dolors, I'll come late
With a car horn and I'll wait for you downstairs.

Oh, Dolors, today there won't be any knowing looks among the heads
Nor, Dolors, any distracted finger that brushes a back by chance.

Today, Dolors, I'll clap a rhythm with my hands
While you take out the tickets for the umpteenth mixed drink.
Today, Dolors, suggest a topic to the singer,
One that laughs at you and me and this story that's been ending.

Come on, Dolors, today we'll be two grown-up kids,
No nonsense, nothing special.
One-two-three, one-two-three cha-cha-cha,
Heel-toe, heel-toe, and start over.

And, Dolors, no one will expect any sweet scene in front of any doorway,
Nor, Dolors, any great truth will be revealed when it's clear.

Today, Dolors, we'll move our bodies to the beat
Of an accelerated drum, of a great bass line.
Today, Dolors, suggest a topic to the singer,
One that laughs at you and me and this story that is no longer important.

One that defines us in three chords,
One that explains us to posterity,
One that consciously is a point and end,
Dolors, one that seems impossible to end.